Slowly, I move from across the room, where are you, where are you.
Silently, I cry when I'm trying to decide, who are you? Who are you?
All these things I've shown you more or less are all the things I know to be the best.
It's what I do.
Here, closely we lay, but it's mostly to wait for some room. We wait for some room.
Then vacantly we speak, so empty and weak, how are you. You, oh how are you?
All these things you've shown me go against all the things I know to be the best.
So what'd I do? So, tell me what'd I do? Tell me, tell me. When it's not me…, it's you.
How do you want me to be?
What can I do to make you happy?
What do you want me to say?
When I speak the truth, you take it your own way.
All these things I've shown you more or less are all the things I've known to be the best.
So what'd I do? So, tell me what'd I do? Tell me, tell me. When it's not me…, it's you.